The stench of blood and rot hung heavy in the air, clinging to every breath Leo took. Piles of corpses littered the ground, twisted forms of zombies and creatures strewn across the battlefield.
Each step Leo took squelched through blood-soaked earth, leaving dark footprints behind.
But it wasn't over yet.
The remaining mutant creatures prowled in the shadows, their beastly eyes locked on Leo. Their movements were slow and deliberate, as if calculating.
These creatures seems smarter than the mindless zombies but Leo knew that that wasn't entirely true.
He felt that if Ryan can control them, then he might have a way to control their exact actions.
He seemed to have reserved the mutant creatures, waiting for the horde to thin out before using them to make his move.
Leo stood at the center of it all, his chest heaving as he tightened his grip on Nightshade. His muscles ached, his body screamed for rest, but there was no time for that.
